Consider this a mood post. It is mostly inspired by my noticing that the framed quote on the wall over our king-sized bed was hanging crookedly:
As I reached up to straighten the frame, it occurred to me that this quote, a statement and theme of a life together, came from a children’s book by A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh. I began to do a running list in my head of the literature quotes that I find not only romantic, but a reflection of love as it ripens over time. I will now share them with you.
One of my very favorites is by my favorite Jane Austen hero, Mr. Knightley from Austen’s 1815 novel, Emma :
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
From Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights:
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Another from A.A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh:
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
When I first read A Farewell to Arms in my late teens (or maybe early twenty-somethings), I really loved it. In retrospect, I have reassessed Hemingway’s characters within it as profoundly dysfunctional. Nevertheless, there are some great lines in the novel. For example, this one:
Why darling, I don’t live at all when I’m not with you.
Oscar Wilde was a fairly dysfunctional fellow, but he put his finger on the pulse of something profoundly insightful with this line from A Woman of No Importance:
Who, being loved, is poor?
I’ll round this one out with a very beautiful exposition from Henry James’ Portrait of a Lady. It dovetails nicely with the Oscar Wilde quote:
It has made me better, loving you…it has made me wiser, and easier, and brighter. I used to want a great many things before, and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically, I was satisfied.I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation; I used to have morbid, sterile hateful fits of hunger, of desire. Now I really am satisfied, because I can’t think of anything better.
I hope you enjoyed my supremely saccharine levels of romantic rambling.
Happy Monday, all!